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dear_mun2013-09-10 08:48 pm
ex_expo586) wrote in dear_mun2013-09-10 08:48 pm
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on the possibility of taking him to hollyheights.
[ howard retrieves a cigarette from the pocket inside his jacket then begins to search for a match. when he speaks, he doesn't look up, too intent on his need and desire for tobacco and nicotine. ] I've heard some real whoopers in my time, but this takes the cake.
[ he looks up, a brow crocked and unamused. ] I'm not the domestic type, that's obvious. And putting me into a situation like that? [ finally he finds a matchbook in his jacket pocket, the same pocket he retrieved his cigarette from. he strikes the head of the match against the striker; the sulfur of the match-head reacts with the phosphorus of the striker, and a lazy, wobbling flame begins eating at the wood. ]
You're playing with fire, pal.
[ he looks up, a brow crocked and unamused. ] I'm not the domestic type, that's obvious. And putting me into a situation like that? [ finally he finds a matchbook in his jacket pocket, the same pocket he retrieved his cigarette from. he strikes the head of the match against the striker; the sulfur of the match-head reacts with the phosphorus of the striker, and a lazy, wobbling flame begins eating at the wood. ]
You're playing with fire, pal.